Yesterday, as I was driving home, I saw three topless teenagers on their bikes.
Thankfully, they were not the frontrunners in Brighton’s Naked Bike Ride and of course, they were boys.
They checked for any cars coming, without stopping, made their bikes leap over the kerb and then rode straight over a grassy “hump”, reaching airborne status for all of half a second.
Seeing them do this, smiling as if Summer had just begun, topless in the warm sunshine, and without helmets moreover; reminded me of a time when I was younger, much younger, riding with my mates all day long – without a single care in the world.
Then you grow up and you may or may not stop riding a bike.
But you inevitably and almost invariably take on more than a saddle bag of stress and worries that if you’re not very careful, eventually stop you in your tracks. You certainly never cross the road whilst still in motion. And never, ever without a helmet.
Don’t get me wrong, helmets are good of course, and very sensible, although I don’t think I will ever be able to come around to wearing one for cycling.
Like talking to someone you’ve never spoken to before.
Eat something you’ve never tried before.
Or go somewhere you’ve never been before.
On a bike without a helmet.